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Wings

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A view from Mt. Batulao

So they asked me why I did fall in love with you. I told them about my wonderland, and that moment when I first tried to fly and realized that I don’t have wings. You were there to catch me. You were there to tell me that I don’t need those wings. And I believed you. 

But why does it feel like flying whenever I’m with you? Or why do I know that it’s flying?

 

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The Nightmare

I had a dream last night,
It was you and me together.
You held me tight and you
never kept me out of sight.
And then I saw the light.
I had to wake up chasing
your shadow; your radiant
smile that wasn’t for me
cut me slowly
like a dull knife
which kept me bleeding.

I felt the heaven’s crying.

I had my yellow umbrella
And then she came
soaked by the rain.
You loved the rain.
I hated my umbrella,
I hated the rain,
I hated her, I hated you.
Sometimes, hating is
easier than loving.

(for bng)

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